The sound of our bomb's explosion almost deafens everyone in the group. If you listen close, you could hear that they exploded in succession but appeared to be in sync.
Sand scatters in the air, surrounding us and stopping our vision from going through. They reached a greater height and area compared to when it is caused by the burst of air and the croak's tail.
"Are they dead?" Urick said with his loud and deep voice.
With focus, everyone awaits for the floating sand to clear. It feels like all of us are on edge, waiting and praying to see dead croaks when the sand disappears.
I noticed that the gulp that I just did made a loud sound, but I couldn't be bothered. My attention is fully captured by what's in front of me. Even without looking, I know that everyone's the same. If someone farts, no one would bat an eye. Or maybe Urick will. I guess he might even laugh as well.
